She

Saturday, October 31, 2015

This is the last day of October, which means this will be the last post for Male Special Part 2: Ways of Being A Man, as well as the very last post of two-parts Male Special this year. October has been a roller-coaster month. Though it wasn’t all bad, apparently October is still not my month. I remember I cried many times because of many things. I also remember I laughed at many good things too. Sadness and happiness are quite well-balanced, though the sadness get to the saddest point, yet the happiness doesn’t get to the happiest. Well, I guess we just can’t get both at the same time, right? Anyway, big things happened this month. And some life-changing moments happened too. Therefore October will always be a remarkable month for me. Here it is, the last song for this Male Special, is a song titled “She”, performed by Elvis Costello. Apparently, there are certain ways a woman wants to be loved by a man. And this song probably sums up everything.

She, may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famine or the feast, may turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dreams, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.” –Elvis Costello, She [OST. Notting Hill]

Originally, “She” is a song written by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer and released by Aznavour as a single in 1974. The pop song was written as a theme tune for the British TV series, “Seven Faces of Woman”. In 1999, Elvis Costello recorded a cover version of the song for the soundtrack to the film “Notting Hill”.
“She” might be sung by a man, yet from my point of view, this song lyrically describes how a woman wants her man to feel about her. Not only to be loved with all of his heart, but a woman also wants to be adored; not only for all of her beauty and goodness, but also for all of her flaws. “She, may be the face I can’t forget, a trace of pleasure or regret, may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, may be the chill that autumn brings, may be a hundred different things, within the measure of a day.” Not only to be accepted for all of her, but a woman also wants to be understood; not only for all the joy she brings, but also for all of the pain and sorrow she may cause. “She, may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famine or the feast, may turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dreams, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.”
A real man will not only love his woman in his own way, but also in the way she wants to be loved. Not only to be praised, but also to be remembered. Not only to be forgiven, but also to be desired. “She who always seems so happy in a crowd, whose eyes can be so private and so proud, no one’s allowed to see them when they cry. She may be the love that cannot hope to last, may come to me from shadows of the past, that I’ll remember till the day I die.” Not only to be protected, but also to be fought for. Not only to be with during the good days, but also during the bad times. A woman wants to be the gravity, the purpose, to be loved completely and undivided, to be the safe haven. “She, may be the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I’m alive, the one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years. Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souvenirs, for where she goes I’ve got to be, the meaning of my life is she.”
Costello’s version was released as a single in 1999, taken from the album “Notting Hill: Music from the Motion Picture”. His rendition is a pop ballad with an element of soft rock. In the movie, the song was featured over the opening and closing credits, making it famous as one of signature theme songs for “Notting Hill” up to nowadays.

She, may be the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I’m alive, the one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years. Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souvenirs, for where she goes I’ve got to be, the meaning of my life is she.” –Elvis Costello, She [OST. Notting Hill]




“She, may be the face I can’t forget, a trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings, may be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things, within the measure of a day

She, may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams, a smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd, whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last, may come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

She, may be the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be, the meaning of my life is she, she, she”

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